“I’m telling you, Doc, I’ve been in a loving relationship with Olivia for fifty years. She’s still here, just a bit more… shy.”
Hal sits on the park bench; I stay standing.
“Where is she then?”
Trees move,
a squirrel leaps out.
“Who knows? You don’t control a woman like that; she comes and goes as she pleases.”
“Henry, is there even a chance that Oliva is a figment of your imagination?”
His face breaks into laughter.
A woman’s laugh joins in.
The air next to Henry swirls from mist into a human-sized cloud with a forever-long grin.
